"Yes." Heath nodded. The qualification exam for chefs handling pufferfish was actually relatively simple-in fact, it could even be called extremely simple. Unlike qualification exams such as those for teaching licenses, which required review, the pufferfish handling exam basically let candidates know whether they could get their certificate as soon as they finished. There was no lengthy grading process, which made it very convenient. That was also why Heath had bought pufferfish that morning: as long as he got his certificate now, he could serve that customer pufferfish today.
However, the pufferfish exam was also rather unusual. On one hand, the examiners observed the chef's proficiency from beside them; on the other, the prepared pufferfish had to be sent for toxicity testing. There was also an exam fee to pay. Since the League supplied the pufferfish, the payment covered not only the exam but the fish itself, and pufferfish prices were often outrageous. As a result, chefs would not come to take the exam unless they were extremely confident.
It had to be said that every chef who wanted a pufferfish handling certificate was willing to spend money. After all, they needed pufferfish to practice on, and they also had to buy a toxicity tester to check the fish for toxins, lest they eat poisonous pufferfish flesh and become a martyr. Even if they reached a hospital in time, they could still suffer lasting complications.
"All right, please begin the exam." The man said nothing more. Instead, he and his two colleagues stood beside the cutting board, waiting to observe Heath's examination. They were all specialists trained by the League. They only needed to watch to tell how well a chef prepared pufferfish and how proficient they were.
Although three people were standing beside him, and the pufferfish he prepared